Jiang Xing sat upright on the chair, unable to see any emotion on his face, but his voice couldn't help but feel a little cold.

He has been in a high position all year round, and Jiang Xing’s arrogant temperament is even more unmatched.

"Just like this case, are you doing nothing? Are all the Ministry of Justice all the money? "

"I can't find a murderer, I can't catch an assassin yesterday."

"What's the point of asking you!"

Yesterday, Jiang Xing blocked all the news about Lin Xianzhong. Everyone thought they had encountered an assassin and didn't know anything else.

At this moment, everyone had their heads lowered and they didn't want to say a word.

Li Shan lowered his head and hid at the end, not willing to say a word, muttering quietly, "I can't see me, I can't see me..."

Mr. Wang, Mr. Huang, was unwilling to say anything, and one of them was ruthlessly lower than the other.

The main reason is that the situation that day was too complicated, and all the information that could be traced may not be found, because the traffic of people was too large, the body was washed in the river, and some traces were gone.

Nowhere to be found.

But they all knew that the one who was locked in prison was their immediate superior in front of them, and that is, the little prince.

However... the people outside have some insights into this matter, and this case... is really embarrassing.

If you go up at this moment, the pressure... everyone has plans in their minds.

If the murderer doesn't care whether the murderer is the monk or not, it will be difficult for Jiang Xing and the people to explain it.

Everyone here is a talented person, so they are not willing to do such a risky thing. They wish to stay away from it.

Jiang Xing naturally understood something, and a sneer flashed in his eyes. She had expected that no one would come up with this head easily.

"You also know...who is the monk inside."

"No matter what, we must find out the truth and restore the truth."

Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was unruly, and he didn't even hide it in front of everyone, and he spoke out bluntly.

A touch of mockery flashed quietly in the eyes of the people below. His Highness was indeed without talent and virtuous, and he loved beauty.

Otherwise, why bother with such a lot of trouble for a monk?

According to them... a person with a life like a mustard of grass will die if he dies. At worst, he can go and find another one again.

Jiang Xing has a noble identity and power... Who can’t find someone he wants?

I have to work so hard for a monk...

Everyone was despised, but Jiang Xing's identity was always there. Even if they had a lot of dissatisfaction in their hearts, they could only hold it in their hearts and could not jump out a word.

Eunuch Liu next to him quickly served another cup of tea. Jiang Xingfeng's white fingers gently pinched the lid of the white jade teacup and gently fiddled with the tea leaves in the lid. From time to time, he bumped into the edge of the white jade teacup, making a very crisp collision sound.

In a quiet atmosphere, it actually brought a bit of depression.

Everyone below had their heads hanging down and they didn't want to say anything or say something...

Jiang Xinghong pulled out her lips and sneered. She had expected that the situation would be today, but most of them were wine bags.

Everyone is overwhelmed with it... The Ministry of Justice should have changed the water.

Since they are unwilling to stand out, it means... there is nothing they want yet...

What if there is something they want?
Chapter completed!